Forged in Steel - Chicago & Gary by Night - A Second Edition Vampire the Masquerade Story (Inactive)

Game Master Dennis Harry

"Exactly," He nods as the magic word is spoken, "Party banter may drive you crazy, but at least everyone gets their licks in."

"I don't think we've been formally introduced yet, Mr. Burns," says the latecomer. "Randolph. Or Randy, for short. Good night so far?"

As Morgrym surveys the room he finds himself getting more and more... bored. dangerous place for him to be. Someone had to be interesting in this god forsaken party. Someone had to want something from him or even some manner of conversation. Morgrym started to wonder if leaving early would be too much trouble.

Dalton grins, "No worries, bud. It's Gary, you haven't missed much." He adds with glance toward James, "Other than a few drug deals and shootings that is."

Noticing the hulking form in costume and hearing the voice, Dalton says with a laugh, "Hey there, Shane-o. Nice mask."

"Can't fool you," He says, amused at the irony of being the social one today given how often he can't be "How's 'life' treating you?"

Turning to face the masked man, James says, You know, I never thought I would need to look up in order to gaze into the face of George Burns. Care to make an introduction, Dalton?

"Before he gives me some clever nick, I'll just announce myself, Shane Driscoll...though that might be giving giving away the surprise twist."

"I don't think we've been formally introduced yet, Mr. Burns," says the latecomer. "Randolph. Or Randy, for short. Good night so far?"

"Pretty good, Randy, call me Shane. I won't be 92 for very much longer. After that, back to the rat race. Enjoying the party?"

Well, aren't I the social butterfly tonight?

"Can't fool you," He says, amused at the irony of being the social one today given how often he can't be "How's 'life' treating you?"

"Same as usual. So yes, that bad." Dalton says with a grin. "Good to see you out and about."

"Same as usual. So yes, that bad." Dalton says with a grin. "Good to see you out and about."

"Heh" He gives a grunting chuckle at the 'yes that bad' bit, then at the rest, "Well, you know how it is, some parties you just can't say no to. Some fresh faces here if you look around."

Marrow finishes with her snack, and makes sure there is no mark left on him. "Darling let's go back to the party. I'm sure you could use another drink." She opens the door quickly, and finds a young woman on the other side of it. "I'm sorry." not sounding sorry at all, "Was this your room? I didn't mean to intrude. My friend and I needed a quiet place to..er...chat."

"Not mine." Charlotte replies, shaking her head. "We were looking for the same." She adds, nodding to the empty space next to her. Cocking her head at the gentleman with Morag, Charlotte slightly wrinkles her nose. "He will follow you now."

Morag looks slightly confused at the head nod toward the empty space, but she's seen stranger things in the last two years. "Will he? He's cute and tasty, but he's more Mr. Right Now than Mr. Right." she smiles and winks at the young man. "We were heading back to the party. I'll leave you to your privacy if you would like."

"Before he gives me some clever nick, I'll just announce myself, Shane Driscoll...though that might be giving giving away the surprise twist."

"Patrick Bright, pleasure to meet you. May I ask, why the mask?"

Preston, not Prescott. :-P

Julian smiles at his new friends. "James and Patrick, the pleasure is mine. Your presence would certainly be a welcome one at the Firefly."

Julian turns to the Nosferatu; "And George, I'm glad to see you made it through the doors. I didn't think the goons up there had the spirit of 92 on their list. Julian Preston." He says by way of introduction and reaches to shake Shanes hand.

Randolph Miller wrote:

"I don't think we've been formally introduced yet, Mr. Burns," says the latecomer. "Randolph. Or Randy, for short. Good night so far?"

"Pretty good, Randy, call me Shane. I won't be 92 for very much longer. After that, back to the rat race. Enjoying the party?"

"Oh, I only just arrived," says Randolph. "I like your style though, Shane. Anyone worth meeting tonight? Any news to rock the world?"

"Patrick Bright, pleasure to meet you. May I ask, why the mask?"

"I'm the local chapter head of the committee for the visually unpleasant." How new is this guy? Assuming he's one of us?

Julian turns to the Nosferatu; "And George, I'm glad to see you made it through the doors. I didn't think the goons up there had the spirit of 92 on their list. Julian Preston." He says by way of introduction and reaches to shake Shanes hand.

Shane's gloved takes it for a solid shake, "Some schmuck named Shane was on the list so I used that instead." Wrly.

"Oh, I only just arrived," says Randolph. "I like your style though, Shane. Anyone worth meeting tonight? Any news to rock the world?"

"Our host, of course," He turns his head towards the Prince, " And there was a nice lady but I think she was a plus one....Beyond that... I understand that suicides are on the rise because they won't stop playing 'I will always love you' on the radio. Nearly hung myself the other night."

I understand that suicides are on the rise because they won't stop playing 'I will always love you' on the radio. Nearly hung myself the other night.

James snickers at the line. Well met, Shane. I too like you style. At least it's Whitney and not that awful Bryan Adams song from last year. If only the Canadian twit would have been more literal. He looks around the impromtu group that has assembled. It's nice to see representatives of all of the various "teams" a quick glance at Dalton before continuing in attendance at a night like this. A perfect time to make new friends. And such potentially interesting ones.

James shifts his gaze to Randy. I don't think we've been formally introduced, Randall. I'm James Sheridan. Are you also one of the newcomers to our fair city?

"Sh*t, looks like I showed up late to the party." Kent takes off his black overcoat and hands it off to one of the butlers, and underneath it his clothing doesn't look much nicer than that of the union goons providing security. His flannel shirt is tucked in and the blue jeans have been exchanged for black slacks, but it's clear he isn't much for the type of gathering being thrown tonight. "Now, where the Hell is the Prince? If I don't find him before too long he'll figure I've slighted him, and that's not a conversation I much feel like having." Kent takes a look around, hoping he can catch sight of either the prince or at least someone who could direct him.

I'm a little lost as to where everyone is in the manse, so I figured it was easier to do it this way to avoid confusion.

James snickers at the line. Well met, Shane. I too like you style. At least it's Whitney and not that awful Bryan Adams song from last year. If only the Canadian twit would have been more literal. He looks around the impromtu group that has assembled. It's nice to see representatives of all of the various "teams" a quick glance at Dalton before continuing in attendance at a night like this. A perfect time to make new friends. And such potentially interesting ones.

"Hobnobbing's a treat, but I have to wonder if our host doesn't have some news for the crowd too..."

"Sh*t, looks like I showed up late to the party." Kent takes off his black overcoat and hands it off to one of the butlers, and underneath it his clothing doesn't look much nicer than that of the union goons providing security. His flannel shirt is tucked in and the blue jeans have been exchanged for black slacks, but it's clear he isn't much for the type of gathering being thrown tonight. "Now, where the Hell is the Prince? If I don't find him before too long he'll figure I've slighted him, and that's not a conversation I much feel like having." Kent takes a look around, hoping he can catch sight of either the prince or at least someone who could direct him.

I'm a little lost as to where everyone is in the manse, so I figured it was easier to do it this way to avoid confusion.

Shane, still dressed in his old year meets George Burns disguise/costume turns his head at the word Prince, and says, to try to cover in case any mortals heard that, "Looks like someone may have come in a bit tipsy to start with." Then in a lower voice, "Anyone want to kindly grab that guy and warn him this isn't a club member only party?"

"On it Shane-o." Dalton says, making his way over to the newcomer.

"Good evening, friend." Dalton says to Kent. "This gathering isn't an exclusive event, friend. Kindly only use language suitable for the masses."

"Good evening, friend." Dalton says to Kent. "This gathering isn't an exclusive event, friend. Kindly only use language suitable for the masses."

James says to the nearby group, Somehow when I hear him use the word "friend" like that, I don't think its his first word choice...

"You would know that best, wouldn't you...friend."

James only grins in reply.

"Huh? Didn't realize I said that so loud that you could've heard it. Apologies, friend." He looks around and lowers his voice, such that passersby won't hear him. "I don't believe we've met, my name's Kent." He extends a hand toward Dalton. "Any chance you could point me toward our... mutual friend? Or is he busy at the moment?"

"I'm the local chapter head of the committee for the visually unpleasant." How new is this guy? Assuming he's one of us?

Visually unpleasant?... Ah, a Nosferatu.

BAPTISM OF FIRE - Thursday - December 31, 1992 – Modius' Manse

Morag

The man kisses your neck back as your fangs slide into his neck, ”Uhhh”. He moans as he begins to grope you.

1 BP.

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Randoplh Miller

The four Union door security guards wave you in, ”Yeah, I got a ticket the other day, Goddamn cops and their shit. Like they ain’t drinking on the job in a shithole like Gary…” One remarks as you head into the foyer.

Immediately you run into a group of several guests..

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Bradler Maurer

You head down the hallway a few doors down one of the rooms opens, standing next to it was a woman you did not spot until right at that very moment. Another woman exits with a disheveled man in tow. Both women are quite attractive and so is the young man for that matter.

You are about 10’ from Morag and Charlotte.

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Randolph, Kent, Shane, James, Patrick, Dalton, & Julian

Nice job keeping up the RP together in my unintended absence.

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Tyrell

You are quite sure that the man entertaining all of the guests at the seat across the floor is a Kindred. All those around him appear to be Mortal.

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Iron John

She puts her finger up to her lips, ”Shhhh, don’t talk, I like boys better when they don’t talk…”

She slides takes your hand and places it on her leg, guiding it up across her crotch, pulling it up her stomach then brushing it past her ample bosom before bringing it to her mouth as she turns it over to expose your wrist. Her mouth opens and her fangs slide out, she begins to nibble gently on your wrist hesitating to see if you resist.

Stop her or let her keep going?

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Charlotte

Based on the sounds from the other side of the door, the two who entered have chosen fornication.

Note that the PC Morag is one of those who entered though you have not officially met her yet.

As you watch at the door, you see an awkward looking man, start heading down the hall. With the gloom of the hall, it should be an interesting game to see if he notices you hugging close to the door next to a large vase full of tall half dead flowers.

Bradley, another PC is heading towards you.

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Charlotte & Morag

Before you can decide what if anything to do about the man heading down the hall, the door opens and you are confronted by Morag.

The young man interrupts the conversation, ”That was so hot, can I have your number gorgeous?”

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Rick

Modius’ eye twitches, an unusual feature for one of the Kindred.

”We won’t have to worry as he won’t even get inside. Come let’s mingle. Many will arrive tonight and the New Year is almost upon us”. He invites you to exit the office.

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Everyone but Iron John

Modius’ office is at the edge of the ballroom where the hall leads so no matter where you stand, down the hall, in the Foyer entrance, against the wall, you can see Modius exit.

He begins to scan the room looking back at the area where he was first entertaining guests and frowns. He then strides to an area where no Mortals congregate, right next to Morgrym.

He then nods at the various groups or individuals around the Manse.

”Mr. Black, how delightful of you to come. Do you find the atmosphere inspiring for a Resolution to pursue tomorrow?”

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Should I put together a map of the house? This is going to be a non-combat scene unless someone does something off the wall. Remember, this is Elysium.

4d10 ⇒ (3, 2, 4, 9) = 18

Tyrell frowns in Modius' direction, but this isn't the time to start the war. Not yet. He moves in the Prince's direction. He doesn't wait to be acknowledged, though. "Modius," he nods at the other man... though of course, neither of them is truly a man.

"Of course darling. Let's go back to the main room, and I'll give you my number." To anyone not drunk it's clear she has no intention of giving him any information about her. Morag nods to the young woman, and tilts her head toward the young man. "I'd introduce myself, but circumstances prohibit it." She moves back into the main ballroom acknowledging the man coming down the hallway as she passes.

Once she enters the ballroom she looks around for a likely young woman or man to introduce this evenings darling to. That was easy, but how to get rid of him for the rest of the night.

OK first roll. Let's see if I get this right. The one counts as a failure, correct? Do the 2 10's mean anything?
Intelligence + Etiquette Roll: 4d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (2, 6, 4, 1) + (10, 10) = 33

eh, in for a penny, in for a pound (no pun intended)
Breathing heavily, John gives her a slight nod.

Int plus Etiquette 3d10 ⇒ (2, 1, 10) = 13
At least it's not a botch.

Shane looks to the others to see what they do...because he's still not sure himself if this is the right time for something.

Brad put two and two together easily enough. At least one of those ladies just had a meal. Or sex. He pretended it was nothing and put on a shy smile.

"Hello," he said in his most gentle voice, carefully not making eye contact as Morag walked by.

Brad turned slightly to let them her and caught the Prince's movement from the corner of his eye. "Oh, our host is receiving guests again. Didn't get a chance to pay my respects earlier. But if we're in the same boat there, then I insist on ladies first." He drew himself back out of Charlotte's way, inclining his head slightly as he did.

Int (Analytical) + Etiquette: 5d10 ⇒ (7, 6, 4, 8, 2) = 27

Intelligence + Etiquette Diff 5: 2d10 ⇒ (5, 10) = 15

"Looks like Modius is ready to see all of those in the club." Dalton says to the gathered vampires. "Probably not too wise to keep him waiting." he adds, as he makes his way toward the Prince.

"Well Shane, time to hear what's on the docket, I think," says Randolph. "C'mon, maybe there's some local news that we should hear."

"Oh, nevermind. It seems he's made his appearance. It looks like our introductions will have to wait." Kent gives Dalton a nod and retracts his hand, heading over toward Modius. Once he's closer, he takes care to make sure no prying mortals are around before he speaks. "Good evening Prince Modius, I certainly hope the night has found you well. It's been quite a while since we last spoke; it's nice to make your acquaintance again." Kent's tone isn't one of derision but it is certainly isn't subservience either. "I've yet to hear any news of my sire, if you intend to ask. Not that I've done much looking."

Intelligence+Etiquette: 2d10 ⇒ (7, 8) = 15

"Sure thing."

Rick exits the office and heads down the way, looking around for anyone interesting while giving himself a little tour of the place.

Looks like the main show is about to start. James begins migrating towards where the prince is gathering kindred around him, allowing those who still need to address the prince to take the lead.

At word that the Prince is indeed receiving, he nods, happy to let others go first, but kind of amused at Kent's enthusiasm

Patrick nods, shifts his attention to the Prince and joins the others near him.

intel: 4d10 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 8) = 19

you honor me Sir, how kind of you to invite me to this fine party. I have nothing special in mind but for you, of course something would be arranged.

Morgrym bows ever so slighty to the prince as he approaches and then will simply stand next to the prince as the others arrive as an attendant to the prince a step back but there if the prince needs as one might expect of a clanmate.

Glancing around the room Morag notices the man sitting with the large group of people. "Darling would you be so kinds as to get me a drink, I'll be over there." She waves in the general direction of that group. Then she moves to be near the Prince, but out of the line of sight of the drunk young man. Hopefully he'll find someone to his liking in that group.

She bows again to the Prince and waits to see who else approaches him.

Charlotte shrugs as Morag walks away, and stares blankly at Bradley. "Pay respects? For what? What land is he the ruler of?"

Having meet Prince Modius before, Dalton stands back and waits while newcomers make their introductions, taking note of names and affiliations before greeting Prince Modius himself.

Charlotte shrugs as Morag walks away, and stares blankly at Bradley. "Pay respects? For what? What land is he the ruler of?"

Kine or insane? Didn't matter. Bradley pushed the thought away and answered, "It's his house. He'll want to see his guests."

Shane does get in line, so to speak, and when the others who wanted to go first are done he moves up to pay his respects. he approaches the Prince and says, "Shane Driscoll. Thank you for the invitation."

Morag smiles when she hears Shane introduce himself. I thought that bulk looked familiar. She nods at him in recognition.

Charlotte Mallory wrote:

Charlotte shrugs as Morag walks away, and stares blankly at Bradley. "Pay respects? For what? What land is he the ruler of?"

Kine or insane? Didn't matter. Bradley pushed the thought away and answered, "It's his house. He'll want to see his guests."

"Ah! Lord of the manor, then." She says with a nod, as if it all makes sense now. "Are you yourself royalty?"

"Ah! Lord of the manor, then." She says with a nod, as if it all makes sense now. "Are you yourself royalty?"

Insane or very old. Neither was good. "I can't say that I am, Madame," Brad said.

BAPTISM OF FIRE - Thursday - December 31, 1992 – Modius' Manse

Morag

The young man wanders off for that drink…

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Attending to the Prince

Modius responds to Morgrym, ”Soon enough you will be counting money in stacks Mr. Black. Tonight I intend to announce a pivotal turning point in our fair city. Ravaged as she may have been by Lodin, from the ashes we shall build something stronger. Forged in the fires of perseverance”.

Modius nods back to Tyrell, ”Yes, I heard you were back. I am glad your time in the City of Angels did not allow you to forget your manners or proper etiquette”.

Modius smiles as Morag approaches and gives a small bow back. He gives solid handshakes to Shane and Randolph with a wink at Patrick.

”Ah Kent Atherton, good indeed of you to come. I have heard naught of your Sire either but then as I understand it, Beckett is an enigmatic figure”.

Modius frowns as neither the man entertaining guests nor Lucian move to greet him. ”Mr. Michaels, Mr. Sheridan tell me, is East Chicago still as loyal to its Prince as it has ever been?”

His eyes scan the room as if he is looking for someone besides the lot of you.

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Bradley & Charlotte

A number of the other guests begin to gravitate towards the Master of the House. His eyes glance towards the two of you as he surveys the room.

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Rick North

There are only a handful of Vampires that do not flock to Modius once he signals he is ready to be attended to. A man who entertains several guests on the other side of the room, no one is that pretty naturally. One who sits in a chair by the corner brooding. And a male and female who are standing in the hallway and appear to be, by their body language, considering moving towards the Prince.

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Iron John

She slides her fangs into your wrist and you shudder with one of the few pleasures left to you as she drinks deeply of you.

Her hand caressed your chest and slides up to your mouth her wrist close to your nose, clearly she’s inviting you to partake…

Do you? If not, lose 2 BP.{/ooc]

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[ooc]The current time I/C is 10 PM

perc+alert: 6d10 ⇒ (7, 1, 6, 3, 2, 4) = 23 2 successes, -1 success, 1 fail, breaks even. i forget what that means. if it is good enough, Rick will go that way. Otherwise, he will head towards the One who sits in a chair by the corner brooding

Perception + Alertness: 7d10 ⇒ (8, 5, 3, 2, 9, 3, 2) = 32

Charlotte begins to open her mouth to respond to Bradley calling her Madame, when she notices heads turning and follows them to see Michael. Without another word to Bradley, and ignoring the Prince's eyes on her, she walks across the room and approaches Michael with a smile. "Hello, Angel. It's good to see a familiar face. How have you been?"

Intelligence + Occult Diff 7: 2d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (5, 8) + (6) = 19 - 1 success

Perception + Alertness Diff 6: 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (7, 7, 5) + (8, 6, 9) = 42 - 5 successes

Beckett...now there's a name I didn't expect to hear tonight. Dalton thinks to himself.

Just as he is about to respond to the Prince's question, Dalton catches sight of a new arrival to the party. Either he really belongs here or he really doesn't...no in between.

"Of course, my Prince. Dalton says, having picked up Lucian's knack for nearly sarcastic responses when dealing with politics. "Pardon the question, my Prince, but does that individual belong here?" Dalton asks, gesturing toward the latest arrival.

Perc (Attentive) + Alertness: 5d10 ⇒ (5, 4, 3, 1, 8) = 21 Oh well

Brad could almost feel the Prince's gaze boring into the back of his skull. It might already look like a deliberate snub. But if he turned his back on an insane, ancient kindred it might cost him just as badly. "We should go present ourselves," he said, hitting on an idea. If she's insane, this might work... "May I have the honor of escorting you, Madame?" And I don't know her name. "Sorry; rude of me not to introduce myself: Bradley Maurer, at your service...if you'd like?"

Brad made a sight bow and offered his arm to her.

If I don't have Occult or Gangrel lore, I can't roll that check, correct?

Percept + Alert: 3d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (4, 2, 3) + (2, 6) = 17 -Success

Morag turns her head to the young man who has entered the room. She notices his eyes. She waits for the answer to the question that Mr. Michaels asked.

Looking at the gathering crowd, James says, My prince, it seems that every night more and more flock to your banner.

just Perception: 2d10 ⇒ (10, 10) = 20 - wow. Pity I'm not using those on something really vital. 2 successes.

Tyrell makes note of the others greeting Modius - and of the two who do not join him. He catches Sheridan's words and manages to avoid sneering, but only just. He steps aside from Modius' "receiving" line, staying close enough to observe the proceedings without giving any impression of being a member of the Prince's party.